The distinct, rhythmic whooshing of helicopter rotors rang out, and I ran out of the cave to wave frantically at the sky.
“Here! Here!” I shouted, jumping up and down in an effort to be spotted. The chopper pilot banked toward us, and the noise intensified to a point where I had to cover my eyes or risk being deafened. Yvonne, Elsa, and Euphie joined me, and they all waved and shouted at the pilot. Slowly, the helicopter began to descend, and it landed on the grassy plain in front of the cave. The backwash from the rotors forced us to retreat to the mouth of the cave, where we waited until the helicopter stopped buffeting the surrounding air.
“There’s a woman inside the cave. She’s dead,” I informed the first member of the rescue team as a squad of jumpsuit-clad men approached us. “And t
